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Learning the Truth	By : PrinceJiita Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2617 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3

Five days had passed since he had paid that visit to Kakarot’s house. Five days without any message. The other Saiyajin still kept the silence. And Vegeta had kept his watch. He had been hiding in the shadows outside the club again each night, watching Kakarot arrive, watching the other visitors, but he had not ventured into the building again.

His main reason for not doing so had been the problem of his clothes. He hadn’t liked the clothes he had taken from the human, but he knew he could hardly just walk in there in his normal attire.

He sighed deeply as he looked around the dark street he was now standing in. Right in front of him was a shop selling mostly adult entertainment and objects. After a short look at the display window he was sure he would find some clothes befitting the place in there. The prince rolled his eyes in annoyance and entered the shop.

It was surprisingly bright lit for such a place, and very clean. Vegeta had suspected grime and filth, but the shop looked more like a place in a big department store than a sex shop. He took a quick look at the many DVDs on countless shelves before he moved to the huge clothing ranks. A young woman made her way over to him to ask if he needed any help but one look out of his black eyes made her change her mind.

Vegeta had just picked up some leather pants with about a million zippers when a hand was placed upon his shoulder. Vegeta turned around so fast that the other man jumped back in surprise. A low growl escaped Vegeta’s throat. Then he relaxed.

“Hello Yamcha.”

“Vegeta, what are you doing in such a place?” Yamcha smiled, also happily, at the Saiyan prince. Obviously he was happy to still be alive.

“None of your business.” was the answer that Yamcha had expected, but instead Vegeta just cocked his head to one side and smirked at him.

“I could ask you the same thing. Is Bulma already so boring that you need new thrills?”

Yamcha was taken aback for a moment, then he grinned. “Nah, I am looking for a present for Bulma. Something to surprise her.”

“Fine, whatever. Now move on and mind your own business.”

Yamcha let out his breaths audibly. So Vegeta was back to normal. He took a look at the pants the prince had in his hands. “You looking for some addition to your wardrobe?”

Vegeta rolled his eyes upwards in annoyance. He had hoped that the idiot would just leave him alone. But that moron was almost as nosey as that damned Kakarot.

“Yeah, I thought I might try a new style. Now get lost.”

Something in the way Vegeta was eyeing the pants made Yamcha feel almost sorry for the small Saiyajin. He knew very well that usually Bulma was buying Vegeta’s clothes so the prince must be rather lost now. He sighed and took the pants from Vegeta’s hands.

“Let me help you. I will not ask you what you need clothes like this for, since you are right, it is none of my business. But at least I can make sure you look cool.”

Now it was Vegeta’s turn to look taken aback. “Why?” was the only thing he could utter.

“Because you never raised any objections to me being with Bulma again. I know very well you could have ripped my head off for that. And because I’m sure you have a good reason to come to a shop like this to buy clothes. I know that you think I’m a git, but I can’t help it, I think I owe you something. After all, you too saved the world, along with Goku. Remember, that blasted demon? Nobody would be around without you anymore. So, please, just let me help you.”

Vegeta looked at Yamcha for a moment, frowning. The man looked honest. And what the hell did he have to lose?

“Alright. But if you try to be funny you will regret it for the rest of your VERY short life.”

Yamcha just smiled and started to rummage through the clothes. After a few minutes he held out a bundle of clothes to Vegeta.

“Here, try those on and let me see how you look.”

Vegeta growled and took the clothes from Yamcha’s hands, then vanished into the changing room.

‘Dammit, I have to admit the stupid clown has some sense of style.’ Vegeta looked at himself in the mirror. The tight fitting leather pants were decorated with silver studs, three lose hanging belts adorned his narrow hips. The sleeveless black fishnet shirt was mostly covered by a tight black leather vest and on his hands he wore short fingerless laced up gloves.

“Hey, come out and show yourself!” came Yamcha’s voice from outside. Vegeta opened the curtain and stepped outside.

Yamcha gasped. He had known the Saiyajin was good looking, but right now he just looked stunning. For a moment he thought if it would be better to tell Vegeta he looked ridiculous. If Bulma saw him like that she might just kick Yamcha himself to the curb and beg the prince to come back to her.

“Why are you gawking at me like that?” Vegeta’s voice sounded unnerved. Yamcha blushed, hoping that the Saiyajin hadn’t guessed what he was thinking about.

“You look great. I think you should take those clothes.”

“Fine, whatever.” Vegeta grabbed the clothes he had worn before and walked to the counter. “Hey, girl, take off the price tags of this stuff. I will keep them.”

Yamcha watched, surprised at the rude manners the prince was showing towards the poor girl. For a moment he had thought Vegeta would just walk out of the store. “Hey, Vegeta, do you have any money at all?” he whispered to the smaller man.

“Of course not. I never got the hang of those stupid coins and sheets of paper.”

Yamcha’s eyes grew wide. But then Vegeta just casually flicked a black credit card at the girl. Yamcha was impressed.

“YOU have a credit card?”

“Hn. You’d be surprised. I even have a cell phone.” Then Vegeta turned around and left the shop, not even saying goodbye to the stunned Yamcha.

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